I can't see them with my eyes
I can't touch them with my hands
But I can feel them in a rainstorm in the desert's burning sands
'Cause they always seem to find me when I'm unaware
Sneaking up behind me when I'm in my easy chair
Bad news; bad news
I say hello to the blues
I can't hear them with my ears
I can't drown them with my tears
When I feel the air grow colder I know they're looking over my shoulder
'Cause they always seem to find me when I'm unaware
Sneaking up behind me when I'm in my easy chair
Bad news; bad news
I say hello to the blues
I can't shoot them with my gun
I can't lose them if I run
But someday I'll just walk away and I'll be laughing when I say
That they nevermore will find me when I'm unaware
Sneaking up behind me when I'm in my easy chair
Good news; good news
I say goodbye to the blues
Oh, they nevermore will find me when I'm unaware
Sneaking up behind me when I'm in my easy chair
Good news; good news
I say goodbye to the blues